I am so annoyed With my feelings someone has toyed I am so terribly mad That was such an annoying lad I truly hate that Floyd Ode to Grass Alex Santangelo
The green shoots Spring Out of the ground. White caps below Their green crowns. The unappreciated King of earth and Beautifier of homes, Makes me want to Scream and shout Once it needs to be mowed, But makes the perfect Pillow On a warm summer’s day. Grass Works it magic in every place.
Civitaquana Alex Santangelo
The massive range of mountains
Serve as the backdrop,
For the small stucco home.
The smell of farm animals
Strongly occupy the air around me.
The sound of goats braying
And Central Italian slang
Fill my eardrums.
This is where I’m from
This is home. Tall Tale
Adam Cimpeanu
A Failure to See
Adam Cimpeanu
I close my eyes,
and watch the sun.
My mind’s eye opens;
sight suddenly transcends all stars and galaxies
thought suddenly transcends all reason.
I envision a place.
Its image is shy and only appears
in dream-like flashes.
It is unattainably perfect.
It feels natural but not normal.
Though contained,
it knows not limit.
It is, not appears,
to be a large circular surface.
This plane rests on a majestic support,
one that is molded
out of an ore of inspiration.
Its height is not relevant.
Vista is created by a blend of sky and a dash of horizon.
The creative mind will paint these details.
The enlightened mind will leave them unattended.
All that is clear,
and all that is unclear,
is the sun.
Its presence is felt everywhere at once.
Its presence creates a place so bright to the eyes,
That only the blind can see the perfection.
How can such a place
be a state of mind?
Open you mind’s eye
And you will see.
"Haunted House"
by Mackenzie Duncan
Chills running down your spine
You can remember the time
The anxiety that creates
Makes you think of your fate
No place to hide
You try to bottle it up inside
You try to stand still
But you start shaking against your will
You feel that someone is close behind
but you are confined
You try to get out
By trying to shout
Your friends try to comfort you
You know that this is not true
This is fake
Relax for goodness sake
A ghost jumps out at you
You don’t know what to do
You know ghosts aren’t real
But you cant help what you feel.
When you get out of the house
And you squeal like a mouse
now you see
You are free
From fear.
"Ode to poems"
by Mackenzie Duncan
When you read a poem,
it wants you to become
Trapped.
it wants you to smell,
the soft and warm cookies
just coming from the oven.
it wants the smell
To be
W
A
F
T
I
N
G
T
R
A
V
E
L
I
N
G
Into your nostrils.
Breath it in.
The poem wants you to feel
Feel the pain
From a hot stove
Searing into your skin.
Take it in.
The poem wants you to hear
The birds chirping,
The cars humming by,
Through a frantic thunderous city.
Listen to it.
The poem wants you to see
The happiness
From winning the soccer game
The pride
The joy
The glory
The smiles on everyone face.
Cherish the happiness.
The poem wants you to taste
The ice cream
Melting upon
Your taste buds
The sweet
Perfection.
Enjoy the taste.
Lastly, the poem wants you to understand
The meaning of the food
The cars
The game
The message
Hidden within few lines
clear or unclear
connect
relate
remember
what these memories were like for you.
In a poem
You become
Trapped
Engaged
Consumed
By what it
Truly means.
"Atlantis"
by Mackenzie Duncan
A land “under the sea”
Surrounded by the serene
Beautiful blue abiss
Enveloping its sides
Sand as soft as snow
Slips through your fingertips
It is a blanket
For the sweltering heat
Being able to swim
With some of the most captivating creatures
In the deep blue sea
Their skin soft and smooth
Extravegant living style
Waking up to another sunny day
Covered in the satiny sheets
The comfort of home
Walking out the front door,
New experiences
A once in a lifetime trip
A place I will never forget
_
"Sanctuary"
By: Dan Stephans
There is a spot where you can go,
Where no one but you can know,
It will remain a spot ever so,
Only a place where you can go,
This is the Sanctuary.
A place where your emotional feelings,
Are safe from the outside world’s dealings,
All the thoughts unkind or kind,
Are safe from the world in this part of your mind.
This is Home.
"What Once Was"
By: Dan Stephans
What once was love, is now hate, A man can't bear this emotional weight, He can't come to terms with this horrific fate, He thought he had found his soul mate, But, what once was love, is now hate.
Who once were friends, are now foes, After an exchange of verbal blows, Their friendship came to a close, And that just goes to show, Who once were friends, are now foes,
What once was life, is now death, Ending after one, terminal breath, Others' lives may go on, But one's life is gone, What once was life, is now death,
What once was, is now gone.
_
"The Ways Of Love" By: Gabriella Starkey
One person always suffers In every good relationship But to tell you the truth I only have one tip: The pain and the arguing Is worth it in the end And god made it so Another person has a broken heart to mend The tears come so easily You try to replay each glance But you are alone now You are never given that chance. Do the things you love Be with those who care Don't be angry with god now He thinks it's only fair. Imagine the future Imagine your life Imagine what will happen Once you make it through all of this strife. It goes uphill from here The sun is ascending above Be strong boys and girls These are just the ways of Love.
"Cake and Wrists"
By: Gabriella Starkey
The sharp blade on the 10-inch long knife
Was the answer to all my prayers
And the end to all my strife
This blade could cut a child’s birthday cake
Just the same as my wrists
It could draw the most vile solution
The most necessary ingredient of my body
Through my skin and my protective shell
The emotions and the pain would flow
In this river down my hands
Would it help?
Frosting and smiles both dress a face nicely
But you never know how the cake tastes
Or how a person feels until you look inside.
"Beautiful Chaos"
By: Gabriella Starkey
I consider my home a sanctuary
A place where I can be myself
Around those I choose to be with
Those who relate to me
A place where 3 gallons of beer are bought per second
And sausages and pizza are the main course
Ice is the most loved material here
And it is a place where I can exercise my voice
I yell with anger
But for a positive reason
A place I am entertained
And silenced by beauty
One man completes his job like an angel
And others more like a bull in a china shop.
It is irrelevant
This place is my home
And I am always myself here.
This is where I want to be
And I am forever free.
"Winter Came Back To Soon"
I stood alone
Waiting for you to see me
Your back was turned away
I could feel the cold breeze against my skin
I attempt to make a sound
But only air comes out
My head gets light, eyes watery
I promised myself I would stay strong.
Reaching out to tap your shoulder
Just so you could turn around
You move
My heart races, my chance is coming
A white flake lands on my eyelash
Melts slowly down my face
Slowly breathing I attempt to take a step,
Someone else comes along
Im torn
Placing themself right beside you
You turn but not enough
Only to see the new neighbor.
Give up my mind says
But I can't
I gave in to fast
Your eyes had taken my heart to quickly
I pretend like I dont care
You dont exist
Imaginary
Your gone
Like a snowflake
“A HERSHEY’S KISS”
I
open up
a silver wrapper
pulling out the white strip
with baby blue writing. My fingers
pinch the chocolate delight, dropping it in my
mouth like a football to the quarterbacks arms. It slowly melts on my tongue, a sweet sensation soar
Shelly Deroski
“When the world looks back, when the face looks after that”
-Sufjan Stevens
by shelby mastrodicasa
It is where
Laughing and smiling and exist
Where sparkling water can be seen for miles
Where you and I talk for hours
It is where
We explored
And found the forbidden
We dove into water as free fish and came up with hooks
Never to be removed
It was where
it started
“Light me with your candle and watch the flames grow high” - Devendra Banhart
by shelby mastrodicasa
A deed is done
The mind is lost
I feel the same
Fun is had
Balance departs
I feel the same
Their tears are shed
They walk away
I feel the same
Lights are flashed
Speed is gained
I feel the same
Eyes are opened
Smiles are hidden
I feel the same
Worry takes over
Questions are asked
I feel the same
Consequences set in
Resistance arises
I feel the same
Lucifer enters
Expressions change
I feel better
Trust has faded, love is gone
I am gone
I am the same
“This is me before I come undone, this is me before I fall apart.”
-Tegan and Sara
by shelby mastrodicasa
Red puddles at my feet
I am dripping with it
Yet I don’t stop
I won’t stop
Weakness is not tolerated in this box
They gravitate towards strength
These open sores never seem to heal
And never will
Every time I enter the ring they just get worse
But once you’re in there’s no way out.
Their down but I don’t slow
They suffer my blows
I am numb to the pain
Cutting in even deeper
I’m surrounded
Some cheering
Some betting
At the time it seems fine
But after I feel the same
Maybe I could change
Be sweet and warm as I was before
Ha. Corruption doesn’t reconcile
You will leak again
I crave it.
I want it.
I need it.
Don’t trust me.
“Let me free”
Kill or be killed.
"Ode to a Blanket"
Allegra Terhorst
When I am shivering,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You enclose me
In your warm, soft arms
And your gentle embrace
Makes me feel
As though
I have all the heat in the world.
When I am terrified,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You keep me safe
From all harm
And comfort me
With your calming touch
So that I know
I am the safest in the world.
When I am all alone,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You become my best friend
And wrap me next to
Your soothing body
So that I know
I am not the only one
In this seemingly empty room.
You give the lost dog
Left out in the rain
A new home so that
If it is shivering, terrified, or all alone,
The cold, scared, lonely dog
Has you
To make him feel better.
"L-O-V-E"
Allegra Terhorst
Little love poem from me to you
Everything I’m about to say is 100% true.
I’ll keep it short and sweet and not too sappy.
This poem was only written to make you happy.
On your left in class is where I sit everyday.
I might embarrass myself and make you run away.
Please don’t hide, just try to stay.
If you leave, I’ll be the one to pay.
Various obstacles always separate us,
But I’ll try not to be sad or make too much of a fuss.
I hate when we are constantly apart,
But you’re the only one who holds the key to my heart.
Everything about you makes me smile
When you’re around, I want you to stay awhile.
My heart is filled with love for you
And that, I promise, is 100% true.
"My Home in the City"
Allegra Terhorst
I live in the city
So my backyard is small
But everywhere there is grass
And the back of my blue house
And a tree that stands tall
It makes me want to go home
I miss my home
Which is in the city
Where buildings stand tall
And none of them are small
Sitting behind my house
Where there is a lot of grass
I love the feeling of grass
But not as much as I love home
Inside my blue house
Enclosed by the city
I feel so small
Surrounded by buildings so tall
I wish I was tall
Like backyards wish for grass
But grass is so small
I want to be home
Passing through the city
And entering my house
I love my house
It stands very tall
But different from the city
It has a lot of grass
Encircling my home
Where I feel so small
I hate being small
Unlike a house.
It is thin, my home
Thin and tall
Enclosed by grass
And the big city
My Hometown in the Summer
By Elizabeth Kim
The golden sun shines down
And cloudy skies clear up
Friends wave and say "What'sup"
In this sweet cozy town.
Houses painted vibrant colors
Stand side by side along the street
And welcome visitors in the heat
With loud and cheerful hollers.
All people young or old
Swing by on bicycles
On their phones or licking popsicles
Which makes town memories slowly unfold.
What happens everyday
Is always the same.
Today you think it's lame,
But tomorrow you'll miss today.
How I Despise Worms by Elizabeth Kim
Every day I step outside
And twist my face in horror.
I see a lot of skinny pink bodies
Along the wey black road.
My friends and I
Jump up and down
As we avoid those foul creatures.
We try not to look down
Upon those squirming little things,
For they, the worms, just ruin our day.
The unwanted rain comes back
Day after day
As we await the golden sunshine.
The Feeling of Fear by Elizabeth Kim
A prickly pinch
Spreads down your spine
As sweat slips
From forehead to fists,
Teeth and toes tighten,
And your mouth
Sends out
Sirens of screams.
Cold bumps creep
Up under your chin,
Giggles and goof
Die and disappear
As anxiety and angst
Take over.
Hand Lotion by Helen Kim
You always make me happy,
and you always make me wait for you.
Whenever I feel the fresh watery
creams of you, I smile a big smile in my face,
and the smile shows how happy I am because of you.
You alwaqys welcome my hand when I return
from the busy, tiring times of days,
and help my hand reest in peace.
My Bed by Helen Kim
I am walking towards you
I am running towards you
You make me into a lazy bug everymorning
and you always make me walk towards you
You have the greatest hug ever,
and you have the biggest heart ever to rest
EMOTIONS by Helen Kim
Smile, frown, tears, burst of laughs
all of these come from you
There is a magician inside me playing tricks
everyday, everytime with my feelings
You turn me into a happiest girl,
and sometimes turn me down into the saddest girl
"Your Arms"
by Cathy Shen
My warm blanket
Wrapped around my body
Has now worn away.
All I have now is
The clothing I wear on my back.
Wandering in the
Cold world with no warmth
To comfort me.
Now I have found warmth.
Warmth that is loving adn caring.
I have found the warmth
And comfort of
Your arms.
"Night Predator"
by Cathy Shen
The sun goes down,
I wake up.
Sitting on a branch
Watching the skimpering
the slightest movement
Catches my eye.
I wait
For the perfect timing.
Oh look!
There's the meal
Of the night.
Swoosh!
I narrow in on
My prey.
The Night Predator
Has awaken.
"My Mind" By Cathy Shen
My mind is the only place That comforts me the most. It’s my home That I carry around with me Like a turtle carries its shell, Its home. All my memories and stories Are held up in my head. All my memories I had as a child And all the fun enjoyable stories That has been told to me. There are things I hold dear, But there are things that I wish I could forget. There are memories that are fuzzy And there are ones that are clear as crystal. I can dream up dreams that make me Want to stay asleep. And there are dreams that make me Wake up in cold sweat. My mind is a place That will always be mine. My mind is the best place I could ever be.
"Fear" by harry copeland
Fear is the power that drives us to our goals,
It is ever present when we make a decision,
What will we do now? what is our deepest fear
One wakes up in the morning saying what will I fear today,
But is this fear of doing something or not doing anything, Are we afraid to strive,
It is failure that we fear, failure that all is lost
Why fear failure when we can look forward to success,
The state of mind binds our souls in an eternal grasp
Why fear?
"The field" by harry copeland
You walk up in the morning
Greeted by a mist covered field
Listening to the sound of nature
Listening to everything, listening to nothing
You stare out into the distance
Reliving the great moments,
Reliving the bad moments.
The Mist slowly clears,
Now, It is game time.
Drink Poem( no title) by harry copeland
My eyes gaze into the lunar sunset
I watch the different flavors meet,
Do they intertwine? No, they just separate,
Never to converse again.
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"Jabberwocky"
Hear A little girl recites JabberwockyPoetry Poets Poems
Annoyed Alex Santangelo
I am so annoyed
With my feelings someone has toyed
I am so terribly mad
That was such an annoying lad
I truly hate that Floyd
Ode to Grass
Alex Santangelo
The green shoots
Spring
Out of the ground.
White caps below
Their green crowns.
The unappreciated
King of earth and
Beautifier of homes,
Makes me want to
Scream and shout
Once it needs to be mowed,
But makes the perfect
Pillow
On a warm summer’s day.
Grass
Works it magic in every place.
Civitaquana
Alex Santangelo
The massive range of mountains
Serve as the backdrop,
For the small stucco home.
The smell of farm animals
Strongly occupy the air around me.
The sound of goats braying
And Central Italian slang
Fill my eardrums.
This is where I’m from
This is home.
Tall Tale
Adam Cimpeanu
A Failure to See
Adam Cimpeanu
I close my eyes,
and watch the sun.
My mind’s eye opens;
sight suddenly transcends all stars and galaxies
thought suddenly transcends all reason.
I envision a place.
Its image is shy and only appears
in dream-like flashes.
It is unattainably perfect.
It feels natural but not normal.
Though contained,
it knows not limit.
It is, not appears,
to be a large circular surface.
This plane rests on a majestic support,
one that is molded
out of an ore of inspiration.
Its height is not relevant.
Vista is created by a blend of sky and a dash of horizon.
The creative mind will paint these details.
The enlightened mind will leave them unattended.
All that is clear,
and all that is unclear,
is the sun.
Its presence is felt everywhere at once.
Its presence creates a place so bright to the eyes,
That only the blind can see the perfection.
How can such a place
be a state of mind?
Open you mind’s eye
And you will see.
"Haunted House"
by Mackenzie Duncan
Chills running down your spine
You can remember the time
The anxiety that creates
Makes you think of your fate
No place to hide
You try to bottle it up inside
You try to stand still
But you start shaking against your will
You feel that someone is close behind
but you are confined
You try to get out
By trying to shout
Your friends try to comfort you
You know that this is not true
This is fake
Relax for goodness sake
A ghost jumps out at you
You don’t know what to do
You know ghosts aren’t real
But you cant help what you feel.
When you get out of the house
And you squeal like a mouse
now you see
You are free
From fear.
"Ode to poems"
by Mackenzie Duncan
When you read a poem,
it wants you to become
Trapped.
it wants you to smell,
the soft and warm cookies
just coming from the oven.
it wants the smell
To be
W
A
F
T
I
N
G
T
R
A
V
E
L
I
N
G
Into your nostrils.
Breath it in.
The poem wants you to feel
Feel the pain
From a hot stove
Searing into your skin.
Take it in.
The poem wants you to hear
The birds chirping,
The cars humming by,
Through a frantic thunderous city.
Listen to it.
The poem wants you to see
The happiness
From winning the soccer game
The pride
The joy
The glory
The smiles on everyone face.
Cherish the happiness.
The poem wants you to taste
The ice cream
Melting upon
Your taste buds
The sweet
Perfection.
Enjoy the taste.
Lastly, the poem wants you to understand
The meaning of the food
The cars
The game
The message
Hidden within few lines
clear or unclear
connect
relate
remember
what these memories were like for you.
In a poem
You become
Trapped
Engaged
Consumed
By what it
Truly means.
"Atlantis"
by Mackenzie Duncan
A land “under the sea”
Surrounded by the serene
Beautiful blue abiss
Enveloping its sides
Sand as soft as snow
Slips through your fingertips
It is a blanket
For the sweltering heat
Being able to swim
With some of the most captivating creatures
In the deep blue sea
Their skin soft and smooth
Extravegant living style
Waking up to another sunny day
Covered in the satiny sheets
The comfort of home
Walking out the front door,
New experiences
A once in a lifetime trip
A place I will never forget
_
"Sanctuary"
By: Dan Stephans
There is a spot where you can go,
Where no one but you can know,
It will remain a spot ever so,
Only a place where you can go,
This is the Sanctuary.
A place where your emotional feelings,
Are safe from the outside world’s dealings,
All the thoughts unkind or kind,
Are safe from the world in this part of your mind.
This is Home.
"What Once Was"
By: Dan Stephans
What once was love, is now hate,
A man can't bear this emotional weight,
He can't come to terms with this horrific fate,
He thought he had found his soul mate,
But, what once was love, is now hate.
Who once were friends, are now foes,
After an exchange of verbal blows,
Their friendship came to a close,
And that just goes to show,
Who once were friends, are now foes,
What once was life, is now death,
Ending after one, terminal breath,
Others' lives may go on,
But one's life is gone,
What once was life, is now death,
What once was, is now gone.
_
"The Ways Of Love"
By: Gabriella Starkey
One person always suffers
In every good relationship
But to tell you the truth
I only have one tip:
The pain and the arguing
Is worth it in the end
And god made it so
Another person has a broken heart to mend
The tears come so easily
You try to replay each glance
But you are alone now
You are never given that chance.
Do the things you love
Be with those who care
Don't be angry with god now
He thinks it's only fair.
Imagine the future
Imagine your life
Imagine what will happen
Once you make it through all of this strife.
It goes uphill from here
The sun is ascending above
Be strong boys and girls
These are just the ways of Love.
"Cake and Wrists"
By: Gabriella Starkey
The sharp blade on the 10-inch long knife
Was the answer to all my prayers
And the end to all my strife
This blade could cut a child’s birthday cake
Just the same as my wrists
It could draw the most vile solution
The most necessary ingredient of my body
Through my skin and my protective shell
The emotions and the pain would flow
In this river down my hands
Would it help?
Frosting and smiles both dress a face nicely
But you never know how the cake tastes
Or how a person feels until you look inside.
"Beautiful Chaos"
By: Gabriella Starkey
I consider my home a sanctuary
A place where I can be myself
Around those I choose to be with
Those who relate to me
A place where 3 gallons of beer are bought per second
And sausages and pizza are the main course
Ice is the most loved material here
And it is a place where I can exercise my voice
I yell with anger
But for a positive reason
A place I am entertained
And silenced by beauty
One man completes his job like an angel
And others more like a bull in a china shop.
It is irrelevant
This place is my home
And I am always myself here.
This is where I want to be
And I am forever free.
"Winter Came Back To Soon"
I stood alone
Waiting for you to see me
Your back was turned away
I could feel the cold breeze against my skin
I attempt to make a sound
But only air comes out
My head gets light, eyes watery
I promised myself I would stay strong.
Reaching out to tap your shoulder
Just so you could turn around
You move
My heart races, my chance is coming
A white flake lands on my eyelash
Melts slowly down my face
Slowly breathing I attempt to take a step,
Someone else comes along
Im torn
Placing themself right beside you
You turn but not enough
Only to see the new neighbor.
Give up my mind says
But I can't
I gave in to fast
Your eyes had taken my heart to quickly
I pretend like I dont care
You dont exist
Imaginary
Your gone
Like a snowflake
“A HERSHEY’S KISS”
I
open up
a silver wrapper
pulling out the white strip
with baby blue writing. My fingers
pinch the chocolate delight, dropping it in my
mouth like a football to the quarterbacks arms. It
slowly melts on my tongue, a sweet sensation soar
Shelly Deroski
“When the world looks back, when the face looks after that”
-Sufjan Stevens
by shelby mastrodicasa
It is where
Laughing and smiling and exist
Where sparkling water can be seen for miles
Where you and I talk for hours
It is where
We explored
And found the forbidden
We dove into water as free fish and came up with hooks
Never to be removed
It was where
it started
“Light me with your candle and watch the flames grow high”
- Devendra Banhart
by shelby mastrodicasa
A deed is done
The mind is lost
I feel the same
Fun is had
Balance departs
I feel the same
Their tears are shed
They walk away
I feel the same
Lights are flashed
Speed is gained
I feel the same
Eyes are opened
Smiles are hidden
I feel the same
Worry takes over
Questions are asked
I feel the same
Consequences set in
Resistance arises
I feel the same
Lucifer enters
Expressions change
I feel better
Trust has faded, love is gone
I am gone
I am the same
“This is me before I come undone, this is me before I fall apart.”
-Tegan and Sara
by shelby mastrodicasa
Red puddles at my feet
I am dripping with it
Yet I don’t stop
I won’t stop
Weakness is not tolerated in this box
They gravitate towards strength
These open sores never seem to heal
And never will
Every time I enter the ring they just get worse
But once you’re in there’s no way out.
Their down but I don’t slow
They suffer my blows
I am numb to the pain
Cutting in even deeper
I’m surrounded
Some cheering
Some betting
At the time it seems fine
But after I feel the same
Maybe I could change
Be sweet and warm as I was before
Ha. Corruption doesn’t reconcile
You will leak again
I crave it.
I want it.
I need it.
Don’t trust me.
“Let me free”
Kill or be killed.
"Ode to a Blanket"
Allegra Terhorst
When I am shivering,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You enclose me
In your warm, soft arms
And your gentle embrace
Makes me feel
As though
I have all the heat in the world.
When I am terrified,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You keep me safe
From all harm
And comfort me
With your calming touch
So that I know
I am the safest in the world.
When I am all alone,
Like a lost dog
Left out in the rain,
You become my best friend
And wrap me next to
Your soothing body
So that I know
I am not the only one
In this seemingly empty room.
You give the lost dog
Left out in the rain
A new home so that
If it is shivering, terrified, or all alone,
The cold, scared, lonely dog
Has you
To make him feel better.
"L-O-V-E"
Allegra Terhorst
Little love poem from me to you
Everything I’m about to say is 100% true.
I’ll keep it short and sweet and not too sappy.
This poem was only written to make you happy.
On your left in class is where I sit everyday.
I might embarrass myself and make you run away.
Please don’t hide, just try to stay.
If you leave, I’ll be the one to pay.
Various obstacles always separate us,
But I’ll try not to be sad or make too much of a fuss.
I hate when we are constantly apart,
But you’re the only one who holds the key to my heart.
Everything about you makes me smile
When you’re around, I want you to stay awhile.
My heart is filled with love for you
And that, I promise, is 100% true.
"My Home in the City"
Allegra Terhorst
I live in the city
So my backyard is small
But everywhere there is grass
And the back of my blue house
And a tree that stands tall
It makes me want to go home
I miss my home
Which is in the city
Where buildings stand tall
And none of them are small
Sitting behind my house
Where there is a lot of grass
I love the feeling of grass
But not as much as I love home
Inside my blue house
Enclosed by the city
I feel so small
Surrounded by buildings so tall
I wish I was tall
Like backyards wish for grass
But grass is so small
I want to be home
Passing through the city
And entering my house
I love my house
It stands very tall
But different from the city
It has a lot of grass
Encircling my home
Where I feel so small
I hate being small
Unlike a house.
It is thin, my home
Thin and tall
Enclosed by grass
And the big city
My Hometown in the Summer
By Elizabeth Kim
The golden sun shines down
And cloudy skies clear up
Friends wave and say "What'sup"
In this sweet cozy town.
Houses painted vibrant colors
Stand side by side along the street
And welcome visitors in the heat
With loud and cheerful hollers.
All people young or old
Swing by on bicycles
On their phones or licking popsicles
Which makes town memories slowly unfold.
What happens everyday
Is always the same.
Today you think it's lame,
But tomorrow you'll miss today.
How I Despise Worms by Elizabeth Kim
Every day I step outside
And twist my face in horror.
I see a lot of skinny pink bodies
Along the wey black road.
My friends and I
Jump up and down
As we avoid those foul creatures.
We try not to look down
Upon those squirming little things,
For they, the worms, just ruin our day.
The unwanted rain comes back
Day after day
As we await the golden sunshine.
The Feeling of Fear by Elizabeth Kim
A prickly pinch
Spreads down your spine
As sweat slips
From forehead to fists,
Teeth and toes tighten,
And your mouth
Sends out
Sirens of screams.
Cold bumps creep
Up under your chin,
Giggles and goof
Die and disappear
As anxiety and angst
Take over.
Hand Lotion by Helen Kim
You always make me happy,
and you always make me wait for you.
Whenever I feel the fresh watery
creams of you, I smile a big smile in my face,
and the smile shows how happy I am because of you.
You alwaqys welcome my hand when I return
from the busy, tiring times of days,
and help my hand reest in peace.
My Bed by Helen Kim
I am walking towards you
I am running towards you
You make me into a lazy bug everymorning
and you always make me walk towards you
You have the greatest hug ever,
and you have the biggest heart ever to rest
EMOTIONS by Helen Kim
Smile, frown, tears, burst of laughs
all of these come from you
There is a magician inside me playing tricks
everyday, everytime with my feelings
You turn me into a happiest girl,
and sometimes turn me down into the saddest girl
"Your Arms"
by Cathy Shen
My warm blanket
Wrapped around my body
Has now worn away.
All I have now is
The clothing I wear on my back.
Wandering in the
Cold world with no warmth
To comfort me.
Now I have found warmth.
Warmth that is loving adn caring.
I have found the warmth
And comfort of
Your arms.
"Night Predator"
by Cathy Shen
The sun goes down,
I wake up.
Sitting on a branch
Watching the skimpering
the slightest movement
Catches my eye.
I wait
For the perfect timing.
Oh look!
There's the meal
Of the night.
Swoosh!
I narrow in on
My prey.
The Night Predator
Has awaken.
"My Mind"
By Cathy Shen
My mind is the only place
That comforts me the most.
It’s my home
That I carry around with me
Like a turtle carries its shell,
Its home.
All my memories and stories
Are held up in my head.
All my memories I had as a child
And all the fun enjoyable stories
That has been told to me.
There are things I hold dear,
But there are things that I wish
I could forget.
There are memories that are fuzzy
And there are ones that are clear as crystal.
I can dream up dreams that make me
Want to stay asleep.
And there are dreams that make me
Wake up in cold sweat.
My mind is a place
That will always be mine.
My mind is the best place I could ever be.
"Fear" by harry copeland
Fear is the power that drives us to our goals,
It is ever present when we make a decision,
What will we do now? what is our deepest fear
One wakes up in the morning saying what will I fear today,
But is this fear of doing something or not doing anything, Are we afraid to strive,
It is failure that we fear, failure that all is lost
Why fear failure when we can look forward to success,
The state of mind binds our souls in an eternal grasp
Why fear?
"The field" by harry copeland
You walk up in the morning
Greeted by a mist covered field
Listening to the sound of nature
Listening to everything, listening to nothing
You stare out into the distance
Reliving the great moments,
Reliving the bad moments.
The Mist slowly clears,
Now, It is game time.
Drink Poem( no title) by harry copeland
My eyes gaze into the lunar sunset
I watch the different flavors meet,
Do they intertwine? No, they just separate,
Never to converse again.
Links that will make your sitdown lunch table conversation more interesting
Poetry FoundationLinks to other English classes
Mr. Porter's III Form class